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Chapter 8 by socaltzr socaltzr

Do you do anything?

You barge in

You barge in, coming around the corner, screaming, “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?”

Your wife screams and bangs her head on the underside of the sink, falling back onto the plumber.

Your hear a giant baritone groan, “Fuuuuuuck,” from under the sink.

“Ugh… ugh,” you hear him grunt again as he you hear your wife wimper softly.

You are too shocked to speak, frozen in your rage and impotence, shocked by what you are witnessing.

After a moment, his massive arms reach out from under the sink on either side of your wife. She buries her head in his massive chest, hiding her face from you, as he scoots them both out from under the sink.

He is clearly an alpha male. At well over six feet tall and incredibly muscled, he has masculine looks that would drop any woman to her knees, just like your wife.

He gently lifts your wife off, her giving an obvious groan of disappointment, finally revealing his massive tool. It’s clearly more than ten inches long and dripping wet. You had never known your wife to have a particularly moist pussy, but it’s clear that she must be dripping for his pipe to be so wet.

Actually, as you stare on pathetically, you can see some of the moisture on the still hard tool is clearly white. Looking towards where your wife is now standing and hiding her face behind her hair, you notice some obvious globs of a thick viscous liquid on the ground and a small pool building under her.

The massive man gets up slowly, obviously not shy, his three quarter staff mast sticking out like an accusation against your manhood.

“What did you want?”

You are staring in shock, not sure where to look, from his massive cock to the pool under your guilty wife. Your mouth is as dry as a desert. You don’t know how to answer.

How do you answer?

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